Chapter - 4

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Godt POV

A week earlier

"Sir, the house is clear. The family already went out." My personal secretary - guard Abhet reported as we sit here in the car looking at the Kreepolrerk Residence.

"Ok, I'll go in front to distract while you search inside." Abhet can move stealthily he can search the house without being detected.

From the tip we gathered the professor we are looking for lives in this house.

We were searching for this painting that said has the keys in opening the witch's place, we almost got it from a black market near the border but that archeologist outwitted us.

Good thing we were able to slice-up his details from the seller.

By any means I needed to get the painting, that witch's debt to my family already exceeded hell. And I will make sure she will pay for it.

I walked by the front of the gate and press the doorbell, once it opened I expect to face a maid or someone but what welcomed me is something I never expected.

"Hi--" I was about to start, but what I saw stopped me.

------dub------- I know I felt a loud beat from my heart then it stopped if it's even possible. I'm just looking at the face in front of me.

An angel. I never believed in them but this is simply how can I define him.

His beauty is beyond words, I've seen hundreds of beauties but he is more than anyone of them, his innocent face, porcelain skin, red lips.

"Excuse me?" that woke me up. my heart just starts beating again I think, but this time it's fast and loud.

"Uhmm, I'm looking for Khun Kreepolrerk?" Why am I here again?

"Who? We are all Kreepolrerk here."

"Oh yes sorry I forgot" I can't help but touch my nape, I feel so shy right now.

" Khun Darvid" I'm trying to collect my self. Godt what's happening to you? Wake-up!

I never experienced this before, I'm always about self-confidence if front of the people.

"oh por?" Por? Wait from what I heard the professor is still young.

"Yes?"

"Oh he went to the uni already."

"May I ask your name?" I need to know, like it's the most important to me right now.

"Bas."

"Bas." I repeated his name, it felt so right to say his name, I looked at his eyes, I felt something fluttering in my stomach. And I don't know why, but suddenly my whole self is screaming that he is my salvation.

***por = father

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